Last week was busy with crap work. This week is back to being busy in a good way. Today, I shipped out two books for some last minute Christmas shoppers and a box of goodies for Steve’s folks. I went for a run. I’m going to squeeze in an hour of research before I prep dinner early, because I won’t get back from taking Ian to his therapy session and picking up Steve from the train station until 6:15. After dinner, I’ll finish off my garland that I’m making with vintage wooden spools of thread. (Will do a show and tell later.)
Steve called to say that the London and Toronto offices closed yesterday, and they sent home the trading floor from NYC today. He won’t be going back to the office for a while. Pleeassseee, COVID Gods, do not close the schools.
We are hopefully going skiing in Vermont the first weekend in January. So far, we booked a hotel that we can cancel and didn’t buy lift tickets, because we’re worried that things will shutdown again. But even if COVID goes away, I am not skiing downhill. I’m too old for that. But I might do Cross Country skiing at the Trapp Lodge.
You know things have really gone to shit when Don Trump, Jr. is the smartest guy in the room.
Spielberg’s West Side Story was not as good as the original. The music and dancing did not have the original’s POW and SNAP. And this new version lacked humor and subtle snark of the original.
We’re taking Ian to see the Nutcracker Suite this Saturday. Steve and I are going on our own to check out another private school for him in New Haven tomorrow.
bell hooks passed away.
Climate Change’s Effects on 193 Countries.
Cooking: I’m tinkering with this sheet pan chicken thighs recipe tonight. I don’t have peppers, so I’m adding broccoli rabe.
Pictures: Time-Life Series on The Art of Sewing, 1974